Stop Saying A Dog's Death Is Petty

Stop Saying A Dog's Death Is Petty

He was my best friend and then he was gone.


The bond between humans and dogs has evolved immensely since the canines were first domesticated about 15,000 years ago. They were first made a companion animal for purposes such as aiding in hunting with their keen sense of smell or protecting their humans from danger. As time went on, more breeds of dogs began to accumulate as they were crossbred, but still only in a working sense. It was much different from how they are culturally viewed in modern times: a member of the family, a best friend, a confidant to no end. People would rather have dog children then actual babies, they spend tremendous amounts of money at the vet to guarantee their furry friend is happy and healthy. Can you blame them?

Canines are continuously dubbed as "man's best friend." That's exactly what my dog was to me. My family had gotten JD for Christmas of 2003, a tiny boxer puppy whom my father named Jack Daniels after his favorite alcohol. As far back as I could remember, I could recall having JD as my pup as I was only three years old when Santa brought him down from the North Pole. My siblings and I used to go outside in below freezing weather, humming snowballs at each other, while JD tried to catch one in his mouth because he thought we were playing fetch. He would lick my face when he saw tears streaming down my cheeks and even though he had fish breath, it was his way of comforting me. He made my stomach hurt from laughter when he would obnoxiously sneeze and my eyes water when he ate a whole package of ant poison and we had to take him to the vet. He just needed to throw it back up, there was never a fear in me that my best friend would die one day.

As JD got older, it got harder and harder for him to walk up the three steps that led from outside into my house. He was 12 years old and being a boxer, he was prone to hip and joint problems, unfortunately. My sister and I were giving him a bath outside when we noticed a weird substance oozing from his genitals. We got him into the vet that day and his penile issue was diagnosed as a fungal infection, but the vet had noticed something on my best friend's leg. It was a cancerous tumor growing extremely fast that added in his slowed mobility and wobbly feet. The vet concluded that if it grew any bigger, it would snap JD's leg in half and with him being so old, there was a slim chance that he would survive a surgical tumor removal. My mother scheduled an appointment to put my best friend to sleep right in front of me.

It felt like the ground was ripped out from beneath my feet. I knew he was old and I knew that his fur was turning white, but to me, it seemed like my dog could survive anything as long as we're together. He had already lived such a long life for a purebred boxer, who was I to demand more time? I found myself not able to look at him or speak about him as I would burst into tears. Until one day, the realization occurred to me. He was in pain. He was in pain and he was counting on me to make it stop. I spent every waking moment with him, giving him the best last day on the planet.

Jack Daniels was put soundly to sleep on August 17th of 2016.

He was 12 years old.

He would've been 13 in October.

He was my best friend.

He passed away in my arms.

He was loved.

I wasn't able to eat dinner that night or any food for the next few days. It was hard to go downstairs or outside and not have him waiting for me, his tail wagging and his butt shaking. Every time I turned a corner, a part of me longed for him to be sitting there, tilting his head at me. We received his ashes and a stamp of his paw print, he was actually gone. It was my junior year and my teacher decided to do icebreakers. One of the quests was to find someone who had a dog and my friend said, "Oh, you have a dog!" But I didn't. For the first time I could remember, I didn't have a dog.

It hurt for a long while and it still does, but like with any loss, you learn to live with the pain. There were many who gave me side glances, thinking he was just a dog and I was overreacting. It felt like I had lost a member of my family because that's what he was. Imagine losing your best pal and you made the decision to pull the plug, you were in there in the room. When we put JD down, that was the first and only time I have ever seen my dad or my brother cry. What I am trying to say is that losing a dog deserves as much attention and grief as a human death. Any pet death deserves the same amount. It's difficult and affects humans the same way. Please don't tell someone that it's not a big deal when they lost a piece of their heart.

Until we meet again over the rainbow bridge, bubba.

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There's a huge difference between being modest while breastfeeding and just being straight up careless, trashy and disrespectful to those around you. Why don't you try popping out a boob without a baby attached to it and see how long it takes for you to get arrested for public indecency? Strange how that works, right?

So many people talking about it bring up the point of how we shouldn't "sexualize" breastfeeding and seeing a woman's breasts while doing so. Actually, all of these people are missing the point. It's not sexual, it's just purely immodest and disrespectful.

If you see a girl in a shirt cut too low, you call her a slut. If you see a celebrity post a nude photo, you call them immodest and a terrible role model. What makes you think that pulling out a breast in the middle of public is different, regardless of what you're doing with it?

If I'm eating in a restaurant, I would be disgusted if the person at the table next to me had their bare feet out while they were eating. It's just not appropriate. Neither is pulling out your breast for the entire general public to see.

Nobody asked you to put a blanket over your kid's head to feed them. Nobody asked you to go feed them in a dirty bathroom. But you don't need to basically be topless to feed your kid. Growing up, I watched my mom feed my younger siblings in public. She never shied away from it, but the way she did it was always tasteful and never drew attention. She would cover herself up while doing it. She would make sure that nothing inappropriate could be seen. She was lowkey about it.

Mindblowing, right? Wait, you can actually breastfeed in public and not have to show everyone what you're doing? What a revolutionary idea!

There is nothing wrong with feeding your baby. It's something you need to do, it's a part of life. But there is definitely something wrong with thinking it's fine to expose yourself to the entire world while doing it. Nobody wants to see it. Nobody cares if you're feeding your kid. Nobody cares if you're trying to make some sort of weird "feminist" statement by showing them your boobs.

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My Lover This Valentine's Day Is My Dog And I'm More Than Okay With That

Who needs a man when you have a four-legged best friend that'll never leave your side?


Oh, Valentine's Day. The day we cherish our loved ones and shower them with love and affection, but shouldn't you be doing that every day? From the mushy Hallmark cards to the heart-shaped chocolate boxes that go on sale the day after February 14, I think staying at home with your furry friends is the ideal way to spend Valentine's Day.

Whether you have a Valentine or not, rest assured that there isn't anything or anyone else you would want to spend it with besides your four-legged fur baby. There is a multitude of reasons as to why I would choose a dog over a boyfriend, but I'll only list a few.

1. Our dogs give us love and affection year round


They don't just wait until the 14th of February to decide that they want to show us love. You can simply walk in the door after a long day in class and they'll be there with their tail wagging ready to shower you in kisses.

2. You regret memories with your ex, not your dogs


I don't think there was ever a time where I would look back and remember all the dogs I had growing up and remember one bad thing about them. Those adorable canines bring so much happiness. But, if I were to reflect on a past relationship? That's a big yikes for me.

3. Dogs never judge you


You might think they're staring at you weird if they catch you changing in your room or doing something they're not familiar with, but don't be alarmed. Dogs can't be judgmental like us humans. They simply just find you to be an amazing person who they love unconditionally.

4. Dogs being clingy is cute, not when it's your partner


It's cute when my dog follows me around like they're some magnet, but if I were to have a boyfriend do that to me? That would be overly clingy and he would need to take a step back.

5. Dogs LOVE cuddling


I've never met a dog who hates cuddling. They will do anything for a little love and attention. You can also shower your pet with kisses. They love that just as much as we love when they give us kisses. Or when they come to lay in our beds with us.

6. Dogs don't steal the covers


You never have to worry about your dog trying to steal the covers from you. They're your own personal space heater if we're being honest. Having blankets and a dog to keep you warm? I think that's the jackpot.

7. Dogs won't hate your cooking


They're dogs. They will eat everything and anything, and I mean it. You have some leftover pizza crust you don't want? Your dog will eat it. Don't want those mashed potatoes? Dogs are drooling puddles just to get a lil' taste.

8. And no matter what, dogs are always loyal


No matter how mad you may get at your dog, you know that they'll never be one to leave or be mad at you. They are your best friends until the day they pass on and you are their best friend till the end. They protect you, they love you, and will show it in any way possible.

Honestly, I'm confused as to why people get Valentine's. You have to buy them flowers and chocolates and stuffed bears, but with a dog? As long as you are able to cuddle them at the end of the night? That's all that should matter.

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